Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)

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Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd) Lyrics

[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid] I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you,

no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Lil bitch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid] Was I trappin’ early?
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Like I know the dots
I’ma beat her box
Beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
30 got a mop
Shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin’ rocks
Fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
I’m a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR
It really is a fast car
It’s a movie just like Pixar
Movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard
On the go just like a go-kart
Makin’ art just like Mozart
Art just like Mozart

[Bridge: Trippie Redd] Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid] Was I trappin’ early?
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Pull up with Trippie
Pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys
More Act’ in the simply
These niggas in line to get to the milli’
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick
Wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
I’m sending her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I’m trappin’ the 30
I don’t do no cap
Racks all in the cabinet
They was hatin’, I was rackin’
Stackin’ and relaxin’
Dream might get a hundred bands
Now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on camera
I need a Fanta, got syrup
I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt
That’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid] Was I trappin’ early?
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I’ma pour, yeah